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Second Chance Revenge: Win The Devil's Heart

"I came to reclaim this," she said as she pointed to his heart. "It has been a while, have you forgotten me, Orig? Or let me say, my husband, Governor Orig," She whispered as she placed her hand on his chest. Her breath was close to his lips, as if challenging him to resist the urge to throw her onto the bed and teach her a lesson until sunrise. Her hips swayed as she got closer to him, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her presence was powerful. He pulled her until she was pressed against his chest. Her fingers finally managed to touch him, and she felt the heat of his body. 'Damn it, are you joking? Your image is still engraved in my mind and heart for those four years, seven months, and five days and...' When he didn’t respond to her words, she decided to speak with her lips, for a few moments. Everyone watched in silence, even he was surprised by her boldness. "No, my dear Taya, it is you who will regret this." Can Taya win back her husband? Will he free himself from the control of his stepmother, confess his feelings for his wife, and correct the mistakes of his past? Read on to discover the secrets between the flames of their love...

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Chapter 123

"Are you okay?" 

A soft voice came from behind, catching her waist just before she slipped on a patch of ice, nearly falling into a pile of snow by the roadside. Taya turned, recognizing the voice as Miro's brother. She met his gaze, and a wave of memories washed over her. She had just been discharged from the hospital, relieved to be out of confinement. But seeing him here brought an unsettling feeling, like the events she thought she'd put behind her were creeping back. Why was Miro's brother still lingering in the kingdom? Why hadn't he disappeared as planned? Did he not realize the danger he was inviting by staying?

"No, I'm fine," she replied quickly, pulling herself away from his grasp. Her expression was guarded as she regained her balance, brushing off the snow from her coat. There was an intensity in his eyes as he observed her, a look that hinted at something more, perhaps an intention or a scheme.